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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A26536	Æsop in select fables ... with A dialogue between Bow-steeple dragon and the Exchange grashoper.	Aesop.	1698 (1698)	Wing A743; ESTC R17939	46,103	128

Profit lies at Stake All sorts of People large Professions make But as in Trade when Men on Credit buy The Wise sispect their Pay that bid too high So in all Obligations that include More than a Favour 's worth in Gratitude False we conclude or rash the Vows they make And only upon Force their Words we take So have we known not many Ages since By Sham-Caresses a deluded Prince Indulge his Foes and to their Measures yield Wo did his Ruin on his Favour build We know when Words were wanting to express The Timpany of Zeal in each Address The Trifles Blood and Treasure to a Drop Devoted were and daily offer'd up The crouded Gazettes did a loud proclaim The hollow Promises that thronging came But when his Wants their real Aid requir'd And he their boasted Services desir'd Th' Vngrateful Vipers lusty grown and strong The Bosom in Return that warm'd 'em stung Happy was he that first could get away And him they promis'd to support betray FAB XII The Wolf turn'd Preacher A Wolf whom Health and Strength had left Was fallen into Want Unable to subsist on Theft Resolv'd to be a Saint In a short Cloak and little Band The New-converted Preacher By Means of Formal Tone and Cant Was grown a famous Teacher Shoals of the Mob he daily caught With Sin-confounding Texts Sirs No precious painful Brother taught More Edifying Lectures At length a Rake-Hell of the Wood That had found out his Haunt Cry'd Thou wilt make Old Ne'er be Good The Devil of a Saint Come lay the Masquerade aside And let your Comrade know What Roguery you hide That 's worth Transforming so Oh! quoth the Old Apostate Wolf Thy lewd Dicentious Ear Is scarce yet sanctifi'd enough These precious Truths to hear Like you I rang'd at large and none More rampant was while young But now my Teeth and heels are gone I For age with my Tongue I wheedle flatter cant and pray Dessemble fawn and lye The sily Rout think all I say Meer Gospel-Verity To me all trust both Young and Old Smooth Kids and tender Lambs I have the Culling of the Fold And milking of the Dams You may perchance a Lamb surprize But if you should be seen The parish with their Curs would rise And strip you of your Skin MORAL Let empty Fops of Play-house Conquest vaunt And toast the Lass that did the Favour grant Beau's may by vain and feign'd Intrigues recite But the true Letcher is the Hypocrite And B g-ss in his Tub debauches more Than ever Meggs did on that Spot before The godly have the Gifts the Wicked want For Scandal only's sinful in a Saint Thy Maids their brawny Pastour's Silence trust And make them Heroes in Records of Lust For this Moor-Feilds and Tunbridge must be priz'd But Cr o B ll and Wallis Canoniz'd FAB XIII The Satyr and the Traveller I. TO his poor Cell a Satyr led A Traveller with Cold half dead And with great Kindness treated A Fire Nose-high he made him straight Show'd him his Elbow-Chair of State And near the Chimney seated II. His tingling Hands the Stranger blows At which the Satyr wond'ring rose And humbly ask'd the Reason Sir quoth the Man I mean no Harm I only do 't my Hands to warm In this Cold Frosty Season III. The Satyr gave him from the Pot A mess of Porridge piping hot The Man blow'd o'er his Grewel What 's that for Friend the Satyr cry'd To cool my Broth his Guest reply'd And Truth Sir is a Jewel IV. How quoth his Host Then is it so And can you Contradictions blow Turn out and leave my Cottage This honest Mansion ne'er shall hold Such Rascals as blow Hot and Cold The De'il must find you Pottage MORAL The C 's desir'd that in their next Choice They 'd be pleas'd from this Fable to take good Advice For a man that two Churches at once has in view Shams both in their turns and to neither is true AESOP AT AMSTERDAM Epistle Dedicatory TO Old AESOP at Whitehal c. FATHER WHERE the Devil have you been all this while It is now ever since the fifty fourth Olympiad you dy'd at Delphos and to arise again at Whitehal is very remarkable I am now apt to believe the Doctrine of Transmigration and that your Soul having past the Habitations of the Bodies of the Horse the Ass and other Beasts you 'r now informing the Body of a Courtier Good Dad don 't come too near me you stink most damnably of Sulphur I 'm almost suffocated You have been lamentably paid off in t'other Country your Clothes are horridly bedawb'd with liquid Bitumen Links Flambeaux and Card-matches you make a very indifferent Figure indeed Father What Country you have been in I can't tell but by your new Fables I find you have liv'd under a Monarchical Government and are mightily in love with it as are my Two elder Brothers of Tunbridge and Bathe but you youngest Son my Right Worshipful self begs your Pardon if he don't jump with you and the rest of his Brethren in their Notions of Government You can't tell Father what a lamentable spot of work you have made with the Fables you wrote the first time you liv'd the sower Pedagogues have made the blind Cheeks of many a Boy as raw as a piece of Beef because they could not understand 'em nay I have been persecuted my self upon the same account Besides Sir your Fables have been the foundation of abundance of Lies your Book serves instead of a Charter to the Mythologists of all Ages you stand in competition even with the Devil himself which shall be the reputed Father of Liars And one would think after you had slept so many Years your Consultation with your Pillow might have afforded you better Thoughts 'T is pity Father you and I should fall out after so long absence but you ought to allow us that live upon the surface of the Terrestrial Globe to see farther than you who have been so many Years embowel'd in the Caverns of the Earth Indeed Father I would advise you to return home again unless you had brought better Notions with you from t'other Country for those possest with your Notions here we esteem either Stupid or Mad. Now being in this place Father and breathing in a free Air I can talk of nothing but Freedom Liberty and Property I hope if it does offend the Assertors of Tyranny they 'll consider I am in a common Asylum and out of their reach AMSTERDAM AESOP AT AMSTERDAM FAB I. The Summons THE mighty Puss not long since rul'd the State Beneath a lonesom Furzbush purring sat Stroak'd her long Smellers and rejoic'd to see Her awful Picture in her Progeny Mean while her Kitlings dance before her face And toss like trembling Mice the Roots of Grass Not one amongst 'em but a Claw does wear Fit a Monarchic Tyrant Rat to tear The Good old Cause inform'd the Mother's Breast Darts through their Eyes is by their